Kim Possible Porn Story: Summertime Blues – Chapter 4

Assorted Legal Mumbo-Jumbo:

As usual, I dont own Kim Possible or anything associated with her. All KP-related items are the property of the Disney Channel and their army of ravenous lawyers who are the reason that Im writing this. I suppose that the story idea itself could be construed as mine, but that doesnt mean that the legal eagles out there wont try to claim otherwise.

In any case, read the story, leave a review, and look both ways before crossing the street.

(The preceding contains 100 Grade A disclaimer.)

Enjoy!

– Chapter Four –

Kim Possible fought against the steel restraints that bound her with the ferocity of a wounded grizzly. Like a red-haired hurricane, she twisted and contorted, pushing every muscle and fiber in her body to its breaking point, trying desperately to break free.

The focus of her Herculean efforts lay on the floor just a few yards away from her, his life draining out onto the cold tile. For as long as she could remember he had always had her back, helping her to excel and pulling her out of danger when the situation became too hot.

And now, to spite being mere feet away, she was unable to do the same for him.

With a strength and intensity borne of sheer desperation, she redoubled her efforts, fighting against her restraints until she was sure her wrists and ankles were bleeding. She arched herself against the chains, grappling for some sort of leverage, and all the while, repeatedly crying out his name. Desperately, she wished for him to move: To move an arm, or a hand even a simple blink of an eye anything to indicate that there was still life somewhere inside his shattered body. She wished this with an intensity that bordered on delusion, as if through sheer force of will, she could make it so: That she could heal his wounds and restore the spark of his beautiful soul.

But to spite all of her struggles, irregardless of how hard she fought or how strongly she wished, the dire scene before her did not change. The steel shackles that bound her did not budge, and Ron did not move. She could only hang there, suspended from the wall like a piece of art, and watch as the best thing to ever enter her life slowly bled out before her eyes.

From high above on the control platform, the reaction was somewhat different for two figures staring down at the scene below.

Well that was unexpected. Shego observed, not quite fully believing what he had just seen.

No kidding. Drakken responded, equally shocked. I knew the buffoon had been stepping up lately, but I didnt think kamikaze tactics were part of his repertoire.

That what were part of his repertoire?

Kamikaze, Shego. Drakken replied, eliciting a blank stare from his assistant. They were suicide pilots during the You see, they were desperate, and Spiritually, they thought Oh its a history thing, Shego! Never mind!

Turning with a huff, the mad scientist briskly strode over to one of the more complex looking consoles and cracked a wicked grin.

And now, without further ado, he stated dramatically, the world, (or at least most of southern Poland), will bear witness to the genius of Doctor Drakken!

And can somebody get a mop while were at it? Shego added. Weve got sidekick all over the floor down there.

Raising a flexed finger triumphantly above his head, Drakken brought his hand down like a hammer, mashing a large, red button into the console. Everyone nearby jumped slightly when the doctor shrieked loudly and leapt back from the console, gripping his hand and blowing on the tip of his now smoldering glove.

Ow, ow, owie ow! He screamed in a decidedly effeminate tone of voice. Oh it hurts, the electric-shockieness!

Short circuit in the panel, eh? Shego inquired, strolling casually forward to inspect the equipment. I told you, this is what happens when you hire non-union electricians.

For your information, Miss Smarty-Boots, I installed the wiring on this unit myself. Drakken sneered, still clutching his finger.

Ooooh, checkmate! Shego mocked in response.

Drakken was just about to launch into another rant when a shower of sparks suddenly burst forth from a nearby panel of circuit breakers.

Gahhh! Fire! Fire! Get the extinguisher! Drakken cried, running in circles like a decapitated chicken.

It was at that point that things began to really get out of control.

One by one, consoles lining the perimeter of the platform began to explode in succession, each one spontaneously erupting in a fountain of sparks and cinders in turn. To one side, a bank of transformers overloaded and blew out. To the other, a set of relays tripped, plunging half the lair into darkness.

Sirens wailed and klaxons blared as one device after another went critical. Henchmen ran wildly about, and a thumb-sucking Drakken curled himself into a fetal position at Shegos feet. It seemed as though all Hell was breaking loose around them, and through all the commotion and chaos, the green villainess spotted a small amount of movement below them, near the base of a shattered junction box.

Doctor D Check it out! she shouted above the din. I think I see our problem!

Chancing to drag himself to his feet and peer warily over the railing, Drakken quickly caught sight of what his loyal assistant was indicating, and his blood began to boil when he recognized what it was.

The weasel thing! he shouted, pointing at the form of a now frantically scurrying mole rat. Get it, and get it NOW!

Scampering and weaving through debris that now littered the lair, Rufus dodged blasts of blue electricity and green plasma, desperately seeking out anything that might afford him some cover. He ducked under a section of fallen conduit just as the blast from a shock stick ricocheted off the floor behind him, and broke hard right toward a toppled stack of crates. He paused to catch his breath once the relative safety of the crates had been reached, but the respite didnt last for long. Drakkens goons were now advancing on his position, and they would undoubtedly tear the lair apart in order to find him.

And then, the situation took a turn that absolutely nobody had expected.

One of the henchmen made a fast break toward the spot where Rufus had disappeared, cutting directly across the center of the room, his automatic weapon swinging crazily from his shoulder. One could only assume he was hoping to gain favor as the one who captured the troublesome rodent, but instead of Rufus, the only thing he wound up catching was air.

In the blink of an eye, an unseen hand reached out to grasp his ankle, sending him sailing headlong across the room. His weapon clattered to floor, and was promptly picked up by what most people could only assume was a ghost.

Hi! Did you guys miss me? Ron shouted as he sprang to his feet, extending the weapons retractable stalk and raising it to his shoulder. Because Im sure as heck not gonna miss you!

If the result of Rufuss sabotage had been confusion, then this was absolute pandemonium. Throughout the lair, villains and henchmen alike dove for cover as Ron let loose with a volley that indicated the full seriousness of his intentions. Again and again he pulled the trigger, keeping his fire to short bursts that both saved ammo and improved accuracy. When the weapon finally clicked in submission, he didnt hesitate, grabbing a pouch full of extra magazines from the belt of an unconscious henchman and quickly reloading.

Rufus! Get Kim! he shouted, jamming a clip into the receiver and racking the action lever near the weapons muzzle. Ill lay cover fire!

Half an instant later, a pink blur abandoned its hiding place amongst the crates and dashed up the side of a miraculously undamaged console near Kims position. The tiny creature waved a quick hello before setting to work, randomly pushing buttons while his owner took cover behind a toppled electrical locker and resumed firing.

Rons intentions were clear, Kim had to admit as she watched the firefight intently. Each burst from his weapon was carefully calculated to sail just over the heads of those who he held in his sights. It was a decidedly non-lethal tactic, but it carried with it the implied threat that the situation could change quickly if anyone was so foolish as to attack his position. All in all, it was ample incentive for all those of an evil persuasion to keep their heads down.

Okay, so when did the idiot turn into Ronbo? Shego shouted over the noise of gunshots and ricocheting bullets.

Youre asking me? Drakken shouted back. Right now Im more concerned with what youre going to do about this!

ME?! Shego asked, an expression of total shock clearly evident on her face. What do you mean, ME?!

Well youre my go-to problem solver, after all!

Not when theres bullets involved, you moron! Shego snarled. You think I wanna be turned into a human strainer? No thank you!

But I thought

Hey! If you want your sorry blue hide pumped full of more holes than five pounds of rotten Swiss cheese, then be my guest! But as for me, Ive got a weeks vacation coming, and Im saying it starts right now!

Actually, youre supposed to give a months notice when putting in for

The flaring of Shegos plasma silenced any further objections from the good doctor.

Hurk, ta-dah! Rufus squeaked as the manacles restraining Kim released with a metallic click, dropping the teen heroine unceremoniously to the floor. He quickly leapt onto her shoulder as she rose to her feet, massaging her bruised and swollen wrists.

Head for the door! Ive got you covered! Ron shouted as he shoved another clip into his weapon and re-cocked.

Kim didnt need to be told twice. She turned and bolted toward the nearest exit, one eye glancing back over her shoulder to make sure that Ron was following. With grit and determination etched across his face, Ron stood and fired a long burst, pressing his weapon firmly against his hip. Quickly, but deliberately, he began backing out of the room, raking his weapon back and forth, maintaining a steady stream of fire as he went. With bullets zipping about their heads like a swarm of lead hornets, no one dared challenge him as he took the final few steps out of the room and spun around, raising the gun and smashing the butt of its stalk into a security panel next to the door. The panel erupted in sparks and arcs of electricity, and the massive steel door clanged shut, thoroughly out of commission.

Oh man! Ron moaned, slumping back against the polished surface of the door and sliding ungracefully to the floor. For future reference, I would so not recommend doing that!

In the blink of an instant, Kim was at his side, tending to his wounds. The GJ field training she had received in first aid was quick to kick in.

Hold still now, baby. Let me see. She instructed, blinking through tears that now blurred her vision. She pulled a small pair of scissors from her equipment pouch and began to cut the mock-turtleneck from his body.

Youll do just about anything to get me out of my clothes, wont you? Ron chuckled, wincing in pain at the stress that the simple action of laughing placed on his chest.

So not the drama, Ron. Kim insisted, continuing the task at hand. Although she was terrified by what she might find, she knew she simply had to get a good look at his wounds: She needed to know how bad he was.

She ceased all activity, however, when the last threads of Rons shirt gave way, revealing another layer of fabric underneath. It appeared to be some sort of synthetic fiber, possibly nylon she silently thought, and it concealed some type of padding that appeared similar to the chest protector worn by her father when he umpired for Jim and Tims little league games.

What intrigued her most of all, however, was the haphazardly crisscrossed pattern of gray tape that covered most of the material. It was a disorganized jumble of adhesive and wrinkles that held in place a series of small, white packets, some of which had been shattered from the force of the bullets that had struck him. From the broken packets came a steady ooze of bright red, viscous fluid.

Leaning in for a closer look, Kim swiped a small amount of the mysterious liquid onto her finger and regarded the substance. Although she couldnt quite place it, it seemed somehow familiar to her, as if she had seen it somewhere before. All doubt as to its origins was removed, however, the moment she licked her finger and spit the noxious substance half way across the hall.

Diablo sauce? Kim shrieked, staring in wide-eyed confusion at the prostrate form of her boyfriend. Ron What in the heck is going?

T.G.I.K., Kimbo. Ron softly replied, gently patting his chest. Thank God Its Kevlar.

A bullet-proof vest? Kim asked in shock, pouncing onto his chest and groping for a better look at the item that she could only assume had just saved his life. It wasnt but a few moments before she had found a hole in the material, and promptly shoved her finger into the void. When she pulled back, she was holding a well-deformed nine-millimeter slug, part of its copper jacketing still glinting in the faint glow of the security lights that lined the corridor.

We needed a distraction to get Rufus into position. Ron explained, laboriously propping himself up onto his elbows. I found this stuff in storage, and just sort of pieced it all together. It was the best plan I could come up with on short notice.

Letting yourself get shot? Kim fairly screamed, recalling the nightmarish sight of him going down in a hailstorm of bullets. That was your big plan?

Hey, I took precautions! He replied defensively, patting the vest once again.

And what if they had shot you in the head, you big dummy? Did you happen to think of that?

Well, no truthfully. Ron sheepishly admitted. Dou you think anyone would have noticed if they did?

Seriously, Ron!

Hey! Are you saying that youd rather still be back there chained to that whatever the heck it was!

Well, no

Then whats the big, hairy deal? Youre all right, Rufus is all right, Im mostly all right, and the plot is totally busted. Offhand, Id say thats an all-around win.

Yeah true. Kim softly admitted, mentally wresting control of her emotions. Ron was right, she had to admit, for as Shakespeare himself once observed, Alls well that ends well. But still, that didnt mean she had to turn into a freakin robot over the whole sitch.

Before Ron even knew what had hit him, Kims arms were around his shoulders, squeezing tightly as she sobbed into the tattered remains of his shirt. He cringed as the sudden constriction sent waves of sharp pain radiating outward from his bruised ribs.

Yaahhh! he cried out. No touchy! Much Owie!

His words failed to even register with the quivering form that was now draped over him like a blanket, squeezing him like someone trying to get the last few drops of toothpaste out of the tube. The thought that she had come so close to losing him chilled her to the very core. He was her everything, and to live without him was a fate beyond the scope of her imagination.

Reaching up behind him, she grabbed the scruff of hair at the base of his skull and pulled him close. Pressing their cheeks firmly together, she placed her lips just millimeters from his ear and whispered harshly

Dont you ever, ever, ever scare me like that again! We clear?

As a bell. Ron replied, bringing his arms up around her, noticing that her entire torso was still heaving with heavy, anguished sobs.

And for a long while, they simply stayed that way, drawing strength and comfort from each other, neither one daring to let the other go.

The cargo ramp of the sleek hover-jet descended, emitting a solitary figure onto the darkened street. Silhouetted against the bright lights of the interior cabin, every move the figure made was accentuated, and every one of them screamed rage. Stomping up the front walk with fire in her eyes and homicide in her heart, the figure brutishly approached the bright red door that marked the entrance to the large, single-family residence. It was quite incredible how quickly the home had been rebuilt following the failed Lowardian invasion, but such things were far from the fiery redheads mind right now. Briskly, she produced a key and entered, slamming the door forcefully behind her.

Hey there, Kimmie-cub. How was the mission? Doctor James Possible inquired upon noticing that his only female progeny had returned.

His smiling face fell, however, when his daughters only response was silence and a raised hand.

That bad, huh? he asked, already knowing the answer.

Please tell me that we have a box of animal cookies somewhere in this house. Kim growled, her shoulders rising and falling with seething rage.

Yikes! That bad! James observed as his wife moved quickly to the cupboard. Anytime that his little Kimmie-cub asked for her favorite comfort food, he knew it had to have been a truly disastrous day.

You want to talk about it, honey? Anne Possible asked as Kim accepted the offered box and took a seat at the table.

Not particularly. Kim huffed, stuffing a handful of tiny baked creatures into her mouth.

Something with the mission? James asked, pressing the issue. I thought that Doctor Director was going to assign you a temporary partner.

Kims shoulders visibly tensed at the mention of the word partner, letting both parents know full well what the root of the problem was.

Oh no Not him. Anne moaned.

Yeah mom Him! Kim growled. Agent Will Freakin I-Dont-Work-With-Amateurs Du! Gawd, I so just wanna stick my fist through a wall right now!

Well try to restrain yourself, honey. James stated. We only finished the plastering on Tuesday.

Dont worry, daddy Ill control myself. Kim assured her father, heaving a heavy sigh. Is Ron here? I saw the scooter out front when I came in.

Hes upstairs with your brothers, I think. Anne informed. Something about beta testing a new video game that Wade sent over.

Good. Was Kims one-word reply as she got up from her place at the table and walked to the doorway leading to the living room.

RONALD EUGENE STOPPABLE FRONT AND CENTER! she bellowed at the top of her lungs, causing both of her parents to nearly jump out of their respective skins.

Moments later there came a loud clattering on the stairs, followed promptly by the appearance of a tow-headed boy with blonde hair and freckles.

You call, KP? Ron nervously asked.

Instead of answering Rons question, Kim simply threw her arms around him, diving into his warm embrace. She took a deep breath, allowing his scent to fill her nostrils, and shuddered as she slowly released the air from her lungs. After six hours of dealing with the partner from Hell, this was what she needed: A healthy dose of Ronshine to lift her spirits and let her forget about the trials of the day. As long as she was with her man, she could make it through anything.

Uh, KP? Are you okay? Ron inquired, somewhat confused by his girlfriends sudden behavior.

I am now. Kim sighed, melting into his embrace. This was so definitely what the doctor ordered.

Taking a moment to reflect on the days events, she silently consoled herself, telling herself that Ron would only be out of commission for a little over a week. He had sustained three cracked ribs as a result of the bullets he had taken in Poland, and although the injuries were nothing serious on their own, her mother assured her that they could become serious if aggravated. She had placed Ron on a strict program of rest and recuperation, with no missions or otherwise strenuous activity for two weeks. He was officially grounded, and that was that.

Privately, she hoped that no missions would come up during that time, but trouble had a strange way of finding her, and her recent run-in with Global Justices finest was the end result.

One more week she told herself. Just seven measly days.

So, you wanna sit down or something? Ron finally asked after nearly a minute of Kim simply breathing heavily into his shoulder.

Yeah Sitting is good. She sighed, pulling back slightly, but not releasing him entirely.

Placing a comforting arm around his girlfriends shoulders, Ron led them both over to the large sectional sofa that dominated the Possible family living room, and quickly found a comfortable spot near one of its over-stuffed arms. It didnt take long for Kim to kick off her shoes and curl up next to him, slipping in under his arm and nestling her head onto his shoulder. She was careful not to squeeze him too tightly, lest she aggravate the injuries he was still nursing, but she still snuggled in as close as she dared go, wrapping herself in his presence as if it was a blanket of pure bliss.

Repositioning his arm around Kim and pulling her a little closer, Ron reached for the remote with his free hand, and after a few minutes of surfing, managed to find a Hogans Heroes marathon on one of the kitschy classic TV channels that seemed to dot the landscape of premium cable. It wasnt long before the young couple was laughing and pointing at the characters on the screen, the troubles of the day all but forgotten.

Oh cmon! Ron exclaimed, pointing and rolling his eyes. Youd think that after about the fourteenth time that Hogan and his friends foiled their plans, Kilnk and Schultz would figure out that they had bugged the office!

Yeah, and youd think that after about the third episode, theyd figure out that they should be speaking German. Kim observed dryly, shifting slightly to reposition herself under Rons arm.

True that. Ron agreed, looking down and smiling warmly at Kim before returning his gaze to the screen. Oh please Now their playing volleyball in the compound? he moaned. What the heck is this, anyway? Nazi Club-Med?

Kim couldnt help but smile as she soaked in her surroundings. The scene was simply perfect, after all. Small details that are normally crowded out of ones consciousness by the rigors and bedlam of daily life were now laid bare for her to see: Comfortable and warm in her spot on the sofa, and with her parents sequestered in the kitchen and the Tweebs engrossed in their virtual world upstairs, she could simply relax and let all of the tension in her body melt away. With Rons arm protectively around her, she was free to revel in the idle banter that seemed to flow so naturally between them, whiling away the hours just talking and laughing, carrying on about nothing in particular. This was the best thing about their relationship, she sometimes thought: That it all came so freely to them, flowing effortlessly from the roots of their lifelong friendship like water from the purest of springs. It was both real and right in some strange, cosmic way, causing both of them to occasionally wonder why they had ever wasted so many years, living in denial of their true feelings.

Even Yori had admitted it, Kim recalled, thinking of the young ninja whom she once and still considered to be her main rival for Rons affections. She thought of how the lithe Japanese girl had referred to her relationship with Ron as destiny.

Well if thats the case, she silently purred, pressing herself even closer to Ron. Then who am I to mess with destiny?

Authors Notes:

First off After a week of frustration, Ive finally got my new computer up and running. As I sit here typing these final few paragraphs, she sits in front of me, purring like the proverbial kitten.

And this kitty has claws to be sure: Abit IN9 motherboard, Intel Core 2 Quad processor with 2.4 GHz, a 750 GB hard drive and four gigs of DDR2 RAM. Look out virtual world Here I come!

Well after a chapter-and-a-half worth of drama and angst, I thought Id switch gears and end on a somewhat fluffy note. Hope none of you mind.

I also hope that everyone had a merry Christmas full of joy and wonderment, or at least had the chance to consume copious amounts of bean dip and eggnog. After all, what would the holidays be without a little bit of gluttony thrown in for good measure?

In all likelihood, this will be my last update before New Years, so I just wanted to share a few thoughts with all of you out there in fanfiction land

This year was the first year that I truly gave any serious thought to writing fanfiction. I had dabbled within the field previously, producing small, thoroughly forgettable works that were basically unfit for human consumption. Fanfiction was a beast I did not understand, and seemed to have little interest in pursuing.

When I started writing Shadows of Angels back in early January, it was more or less on a lark: the result of boredom mixed with a healthy dose of post-holiday depression. In all honesty, I never expected to get past the first two or three chapters of that story, figuring that with my easily distracted mind Id quickly lose interest and let the thing die a quiet death somewhere in the nether-regions of my computers hard drive.

But then the reviews started arriving in my mailbox, and for the first time, I truly felt motivated. More chapters soon followed, succeeded then by more stories. Story ideas didnt come easily to me, I soon discovered, but when they did I was usually able to craft them into something marginally acceptable.

The end result of all this is where I sit today, with eight stories and over 150,000 words archived. Its been an interesting journey so far to this point, and one that I never really imagined myself taking. I find it equally difficult to imagine what the next year will bring, but if the past is any indicator, then it will be full of wonderful surprises and amazing twists to be sure.

And so, as 2007 draws to a close, I raise a glass of sparkling cider to you, my loyal readers, and offer my heartfelt gratitude. Thank you so much for coming along on this trip with me, for without your support and encouragement, I doubt I would have ever found the courage to even attempt the things Ive done.

As Kim herself continually shows us, after all: Nothing is impossible when youve got good friends backing you up.

Take care, one and all And Ill see you in 2008!

Nutzkie